Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.